ACT IV.
SCENE I.
Albano’s house.
Enter Celia, Meletza, Lyzabetta, and Lucia.
Cel. Faith, sister, I long to play with a feather! Prithee, Lucia, bring the shuttlecock.
Mel. Out on him, light-pated fantastic! He’s like one of our gallants at——
Lyz. I wonder who thou speak’st well of.
Mel. Why, of myself; for, by my troth, I know none else will.
Cel. Sweet sister Meletza, let’s sit in judgment a little, faith, of my servant, Monsieur[511] Laverdure.
Mel. Troth well, for a servant,[512] but for a husband [sighs] I——[513] 11